I wonder if that’s how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out.I don’t want it to win.

If you live each day as it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right

Leading up to my life is a long line of dead bodies. These are my ancestors, and I respect them, but I’m glad I don’t have to bury them all. I just have to bury...

There would be no chance to get to know death at all …if it happened only once.

Don’t be sad because I’m dying, be happy because very second another great human being is born, another person that ill have chances to do greater things than me.

Life is too short to waste being a productive member of society.

It was said that if you duped death, if you kept someone alive who should have died, then you might be called to die in their place. Energy was demanded, if not from one source,...

Very well, but – who are you?’ again asked Gil Gil, in whom curiosity was beginning to get the better of every other feeling.’I told you that when I first spoke to you – I...

This sadness is one of the great trials of the human experiment. As far as we know, we are the only species on the planet who have been given the gift – or curse, perhaps...

We’re standing here, beat to shit, walking away from a crime scene where either or both of us could have bought it, and you’re asking me to marry you?””Perfect timing.

You know Sven? The man who takes care of the gym?’ he asked. He waited till he got a nod from Nicholson. ‘Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he’d have a very,...

This whole goddam house stinks of ghosts. I don’t mind so much being haunted by a dead ghost, but I resent like hell being haunted by a half-dead one.

My God, Justin, do you hate him so?””Bah!” said his Grace…”does one hate an adder? Because it is venomous and loathsome one crushes it underfoot, as I shall crush this Comte.

Life and Death took a break,weary from their burdensome role.Nobody lived or died that day.

[…] death is only a small interruption.

Somehow, grief had seemed easier to bear when the skies were dark and a cold wind kept cats and prey inside their nests.

Just being alive should make you late for everything. In case you’ve never noticed, the dead are always on time.

Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon.She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow.Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet...

When your mother is the grave and your father is a lightning bolt it tends to make you kind of horny. And death has a way of removing one’s inhibitions.

When he died, I went about like a ragged crow telling strangers, “My father died, my father died.” My indiscretion embarrassed me, but I could not help it. Without my father on his Delhi rooftop,...

The thing about our choices is that after we have made them, they turn around and make us.

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone’s about to die.

I’ll tell you what I don’t believe, Alwyn. I don’t believe there’s a pretty forest in the sky with castles and a white light and God and all his angels waiting to welcome all the...

Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.

Problems are mortal. Solutions live forever.

You’re probably wondering what’s going to happen to you. That’s easy. The same thing is going to happen to you that has happened to every other human being who has ever lived. You’re going to...

Thine are these orbs of light and shade;Thou madest Life in man and brute;Thou madest Death; and lo, thy footIs on the skull which thou hast made.

I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.”[As quoted in Pol Neveux’s introduction, Guy De Maupassant: A Study]

Everything- even me, and one day even Charlotte- must come to end.

There’s no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

My father was a doctor,’ she says, ‘a very kind man. He died in the early ’70s, relatively young.’ She taps the cigarette packet on the table. ‘Of lung cancer.”Oh.”But the thing about that is,’...

As I remember his laugh, there was nothing mad about it, it was more like the laugh of someone who has been the victim of a practical joke, a farce in which he had believed...

A society that believes in nothing can offer no argument even against death. A culture that has lost its faith in life cannot comprehend why it should be endured.

It seems we’ve been at cross purposes, doesn’t it? But it’s no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie...

Mr. Codro’s destiny is Ptolemaic; in other words, based on fiction. Ptolemaic says it all; it means above all fixed and unchanging, that is to say different from real life which is by nature changing...

On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew…so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

God isn’t the son of Memory; He’s the son of Immediate Experience. You can’t worship a spirit in spirit, unless you do it now. Wallowing in the past may be good literature. As wisdom, it’s...

You, my lord, are the ending of all true stories.

This human need for mysticism – surrender to an unknown truth, union – stands at the helm of all romantic feeling. It is, in essence, the same intimacy known in a mother’s arms; in those...

Death, I’ve dreamed of it, I’ve desired it, but what real happiness can come from it?

A dead Christ I must do everything for; a living Christ does everything for me.

It’s your call. You want to go back home, go ahead. But if I were you, I wouldn’t. Home is death.

There is, you will concede, a limit to the niceties a man is obliged to fulfill when his wife is dead and not yet cold.

Self-destruction would be a brief, almost autoerotic free-fall into a great velvet darkness

Mistake this day as being like any other, and your deaths will go as unmourned as the insects of the field.

Love doesn’t die with death. Love is like liquid; when it pours out, it seeps into others’ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn’t conquer all; love does. Love wins...

What is birthday, but a celebration of death.

—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… acopper for those they ask, a diamond for those who stay.

It is the manner of death that reveals the importance of a man. Ordinary people are murdered while extraordinary people are assassinated.

There are some moments in life we all have to face, even though we don’t want to.